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A Poem by Barbara Walker

Home, to me, is where echoes remain

of last night's love-making,

yesterday's laughter and some long past tears.

Home, to me, is full of us, in every room.

But, home, to me, is not so much a certain place,

home, to me, is wherever you are.

 

04/04 

© 2010 Barbara Walker


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Added on March 14, 2008
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Barbara Walker
Barbara Walker

Lake Havasu City, AZ



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I am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..

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